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GA Call me father, you say you want war Them niggas ain't brave, ah-ooh Fucked his girl, shaku the beat as well Had the show the same day So we did the beep-beep, beep-beep If they want the war, let's party, yeah We can raise the heat, let's turn it up Ain't no time to say sorry, yeah They don't wan' beef me They don't wan' beef me Now they wan' play with fire Now they gotta pray to messiah If you smoke, give you all you desire See them boy run, Mo Farah Send my shooters on the way if you call my name This is my playground Done your dance, you ain't safe now Oh, ayy Oh, ayy Why you wan' die this way? Why you wan' die this way? This way I don't mind, don't mind, don't mind Why you wan' die this way? Why you wan' die this way? This way I don't keep it down my pants Hitter on my left and he's ready to blam a man Them niggas don't stand a chance Last nigga said fuck, oh, they had to call the ambulance If you wan' dance to dance 'Member the hospital bed with your crying ass Carnival, had them niggas running fast And I know you don't wanna revisit the past, yeah, yeah If I see red, the red go, see lead Waps on the block 'cause the money is there One inna your chest if you claim the blue set How you gon' turn on your boys for di breasts? Sess, smoke 'til I rest Say you got money but you still look depressed Say you do juj but you still got arrest Ugly arse nigga, lookin' like you took meth Oh, ayy Oh, ayy Why you wan' die this way? Why you wan' die this way? This way I don't mind, don't mind, don't mind Why you wan' die this way? Why you wan' die this way? This way I'm turning up All my G's turning up Violate? That's treason, you know Hundred degrees, turn it up, yeah, yeah I'm turning up All my G's turning up Violate? That's treason, you know Got the-, yeah, yeah Let the ting go ra ra ra ra Let it go ra ra ra ra ra Ra ra ra ra ra Ra ra ra ra ra
Writer(s): Errol Bellot, Gabriel Kusimo, Michael Kusimo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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